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Calvin started as the door clicked open. He jumped from the leather chair in Professor Kirkpatrick's living room and snapped to attention as the big wolf entered the front door.

He blinked quickly, trying to dispel and lingering sleepiness in his face. He must have fallen asleep after he finished cleaning the mess up from the other wolf, the one Kirkpatrick left him with.

"So, did you do a good job, then?" Kirkpatrick asked, tossing his jacket over the back of the chair.

"I hope so, sir," Calvin replied, holding his paws in front of his waist.

"Good boy," the black wolf said, smiling sharply. "You can take off that outfit now - it was mostly for Frances's benefit. He likes his boys a little girly."

"Yes, sir," Calvin said, starting to undo the straps.

"Not here, go hang it up in your room," Kirkpatrick said, moving around to sit in his chair. "Then back down here, sharp like."

"Yes, sir," Calvin said again, and he hurried upstairs and undressed quickly. He could sense Kirkpatrick was pent up and in a strange mood. He hung the outfit on a hanger and placed it in the closet, then quickly washed his face clean of the light makeup. He went back downstairs, clad only in the pair of lacy black panties, contrasting nicely with his fur.

Kirkpatrick glanced over at him as he came back in and smiled. "You do look delicious," he said, grinning broadly. "We'll have some fun tonight..."

Calvin shivered involuntarily as he stood there, mostly naked, under the penetrating gaze of the older wolf. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Kirkpatrick open the cigar box on the table, snip one, and light it. The pungent cigar smoke mixed with the wolf's musk. Calvin licked his lips and waited, anticipation building.

"We'll start things off slow, I think," Kirkpatrick said, leaning back in his chair. "Over here, on your knees, boy."

Calvin scooted quickly and eagerly began undoing Kirkpatrick's pants. He could already see the thick bulge in his professor's pants and eagerly pulled back the cloth, exposing the white boxers. Leaning over as he knelt, he pressed his face to the boxers, feeling the fat sheath below twitch as he rubbed his cheek over it.

"Good boy," the wolf murmured, one paw reaching down absently to stroke Calvin's ears. The other held the cigar as he puffed it slowly, head leaning back against the chair, relaxing. "Those fucking pompous faculty meetings, what a waste of time."

Calvin looked up curiously, but Kirkpatrick pressed his head back down. "Get to it, boy."

The skinny white cat quickly pulled the wolf's emerging member through the front of the boxers and slid a paw along it slowly, almost purring as he watched the wolf's thick shaft growing hard before his eyes. He leaned down to kiss it, cradling it in his paws delicately.

"Mmm... kiss it nice, now," Kirkpatrick moaned, shifting his hips some as he felt Calvin's paws.

Calvin purred softly, pleased to be able to do this for Kirkpatrick. He opened his muzzle and put his mouth over the head of the thick erection. His paws squeezed the base as he slid his rough tongue over the head, eliciting another heavy moan from the wolf.

Calvin's hips shifted, tail swinging back and forth as he slowly pushed his muzzle down lower, taking in more of the wolf's thick shaft. He could taste Kirkpatrick's masculine musk now, and inhaled deeply as he went lower, enjoying himself immensely. To think, only a few weeks ago he'd dreamed of doing this!

Kirkpatrick snorted and pressed his paw more firmly to the back of Calvin's head, an obvious encouragement. Calvin pushed down further, until the head of Kirkpatrick's shaft pressed to the back of his throat. The big wolf's paw pushed even more firmly, though, making Calvin take more, until the thick head popped through, down the throat.

The wolf sighed happily, belly muscles twitching, as he held the feline for a moment before taking his paw off. He was happy to see Calvin stay a moment longer before pulling back and taking a few deep breaths. He was especially happy to see the cat go back down almost immediately after that, deep-throating him.

"You look so good, with my cock in your mouth," Kirkpatrick whispered, enjoying his position immensely. He clamped the cigar between his lips and used both paws to push the feline's head down, forcing his cock into his throat again. "So good..."

He grunted, turned on by the sight of the thin white feline's mouth wrapped around his shaft, muzzle almost to his crotch. He pulled his paws back, not wanting to blow a load too quickly.

Calvin pulled back sharply, coughing a little. He could already taste Kirkpatrick's thick pre-cum - the wolf was horny tonight.

Kirkpatrick's eyes gleamed as he watched Calvin kiss and lick at his thick, throbbing cock. His gaze drifted down to the younger male's bottom, which was swishing side to side as he bobbed his head. The boy was thin, to be sure, but there was enough meat on his bones to make him attractive, more than a skeleton wrapped in skin. Just the way he liked them, Kirkpatrick thought, smiling broadly again. He puffed on his cigar and rested his paws on the arms of the chair, letting Calvin go at his own pace.

The feline purred heavily as he wrapped both paws around Kirkpatrick's thick shaft and kissed the head again, more firmly this time. He could feel his own cock hard and dripping in his underwear, but knew Kirkpatrick would not tolerate him rubbing at it.

The thought only turned Calvin on more, and Kirkpatrick let out a gasp as the feline took his shaft in again, bobbing quickly, keeping the head in his throat.

Calvin kissed, licked, and suckled the shaft constantly, purring as he worked, enjoying how hard and firm the wolf felt in his muzzle. Kirkpatrick let him be and just enjoyed the blowjob for a good ten minutes. Finally, he spoke.

"Fuck, you are such a slut," Kirkpatrick moaned, hips shifting again. "Such a sexy pet, and all mine..."

Calvin blushed as he pulled back and kissed the head again, licking up a dollop of pre-cum on the tip of the wolf's shaft. "Yes, sir," he said quietly, still purring heavily.

"You want to get fucked, pet?"

Kirkpatrick's eyes still held that dangerous gleam, Calvin saw.

"Yes, sir."

"And who do you want to fuck you, bitch?"

"You, sir," Calvin said, ending the sir with a high-pitched moan of pleasure as his cock throbbed in his underwear.

"Good boy," Kirkpatrick said, smiling contentedly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a collar, then handed it to Calvin. "Put it on."

Calvin's fingers shook as he took the collar and examined it. Leather, black, with a few D-rings and, in the front, a smaller keychain-style ring with a nametag. The gold nametag gleamed in the light: "Pet."

The feline put it around his neck and fastened it, belt-style. It was a little loose, but felt good. He didn't feel quite as naked anymore, something that surprised him.

Kirkpatrick growled softly. "Looks good on you," he said. "Let's see if it works..."

Kirkpatrick put his cigar out in an ashtray on the coffee table. Then, from his other pocket, the wolf pulled out a thin leather lead, about five feet long. He attached one end to the collar and stood up, tugging on it experimentally. Calvin whined and moved closer to Kirkpatrick, looking up at him with pleading eyes. His paws slid over the wolf's leg pleadingly.

The wolf growled and pulled the lead more sharply. "Let's go," he said, heading for the stairs. Calvin followed obediently.

"On all fours, bitch," Kirkpatrick said over his shoulder. He let the paw holding the lead's handle hang by his side as Calvin immediately dropped to his hands and knees. His tail twitched as he crawled after the wolf, immensely turned on by Kirkpatrick's casual domination.

The black-furred wolf led him up to the master bedroom. Calvin gasped as he glanced around. It was elegant to the extreme - four-post bed, solid mahogany furniture, deep velvet drapes and bedcovers.

Kirkpatrick attached the lead to a hook on the wall and walked over to a large armoire. "You know, I special-ordered that collar and lead for you," he said, opening the armoire's doors. "My little way of showing how proud I am of you. Such a good little bitch..."

Calvin whined again, wanting to be nearer to Kirkpatrick, but respectful of the wolf's wishes as he leaned against the collar, kneeling down with his hands on his thighs.

The wolf returned soon, carrying with him two wrist cuffs. "Now, you'll keep that collar and lead with you at all times. You won't have to wear it in public, at least, not at school and such," the wolf said, staring down at him. His cock dripped pre-cum onto the wooden floors as he spoke. "But when we are alone, you will wear nothing but underwear and your collar unless I tell you otherwise, understand?"

Calvin nodded, purring loudly.

"Good. Put these on," the wolf said, tossing the wrist cuffs to him. They were similar to the collar, except they had more padding. He fastened them one at a time, almost missing the wolf undressing.

Calvin breathed in sharply as the wolf unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, then pulled off his undershirt, exposing the strong body beneath. His fur looked so clean and conditioned and shiny in the gentle light of the single lamp in the room. Kirkpatrick smiled over at him as he let his pants drop and stepped out of them, then pulled off his boxers.

The wolf's cock looked better out of the pants. Thick, red, hard, and throbbing, with a good-sized set of balls to match, Calvin's muzzle watered as he imagined sucking on the thing again, the taste of the previous session still in his mouth.

"Come, pet," Kirkpatrick said, unfastening the lead from the wall. He led the younger male to the bed and pushed him onto his back. Calvin went with it, shuddering as Kirkpatrick's fingers rubbed over his chest and dug into his belly. "Sexy boy..."

Removing the lead from Calvin's neck, Kirkpatrick reattached it to one of the wrist cuffs, then wrapped it around a small wooden bar jutting out a half-inch from the headboard. He tied it so there was only a foot or so of space for Calvin to move his wrist before the lead would stop him.

Kirkpatrick growled as he leaned down then, pressing his body to Calvin's. The cat was pushed down into the covers, free hand going up to wrap around Kirkpatrick's backside as he pushed back best he could, trying to make as much as his slime white-furred frame press against the bigger wolf as he could.

Kirkpatrick growled more loudly as he shoved his fat shaft against Calvin's belly, shuddering as pre-cum spurt from the tip. "Gonna fuck you nice and slow," the wolf said softly, lips only an inch or so from the cat's ears. "Make you beg for it... want it... till you want nothing else..."

Calvin moaned heavily and pushed against the big wolf, legs spreading eagerly as he arched his body up. "Yes, master... please..."

Kirkpatrick grinned nastily and nipped the feline's ear, making the cat gasp and turn away. He did it again, then again to the other ear, watching as the younger male twitched beneath him, unable to get away.

Finally the wolf kneeled up and took his cock in a paw, unable to resist anymore. Calvin shuddered as he felt Kirkpatrick's paw pressing against his chest, keeping him immobile. His free hand slid over the wolf's shoulder as Kirkpatrick guided his throbbing cockhead to Calvin's panties-clad rump.

"Please, sir... please..."

Kirkpatrick used his paw to tease Calvin's ass with his cock and grinned down at him. "What is it, pet? What do you want?"

"I want... I want you to fuck me," Calvin said, half-moaning.

"You want me to fuck you, slut?" Kirkpatrick said, gently thrusting forward, but not enough to penetrate. "You want it inside you?"

"Yes, master, please... I need it..."

Kirkpatrick growled as he resisted the urge to rip off the panties and slam forward right then and there. Better to draw this out, he knew, make this feline know who was in charge.

Calvin's legs trembled, his whole body twitched, as he tried to push himself down against the wolf's shaft, hissing with frustration as the binding on his wrist that prevented him.

Kirkpatrick rubbed his cock up and down over the feline's ass, coating the panties with thick pre-cum. He was enjoying this...

"What a little slut," he whispered. "Look at you, begging for another male's cock to go up your ass. You're a little bitch, aren't you? Just a little cockwhore, hungry for another male to fuck you..."

"Yes, sir... yes... I'm your bitch... please, fuck me!" Calvin shouted, body trembling.

"You must really want it," Kirkpatrick whispered again. His paws slid over Calvin's chest, squeezing and stroking. He enjoyed the feel of the feline's body, stretched as he was, across his bed. His fingers hooked into the waistband of Calvin's panties and pulled them down slowly, catching his erection with it. He kept pulling until the feline's cock sprung free and slapped up against his groin, spurting some pre-cum.

"My little bitch has quite a hard on," Kirkpatrick whispered again. "Must be he really wants to get fucked by the big, bad wolf..."

Calvin shuddered, moaning now, too aroused to speak coherently.

Kirkpatrick leaned forward again, teasing his cockhead to Calvin's now-naked rump. He smeared pre-cum over the feline's tail hole before slowly slipping the head in, just a bit, but enough for Calvin to let out another heavy moan of desire.

"Good little bitch," Kirkpatrick said, grinning as he looked down, watching himself enter the feline. He shuddered, feeling Calvin's rump spread around his shaft, watching as the deep red cock slowly stretched the white-furred feline's tight rump. The head popped in, suddenly, making Calvin grunt again.

"Oh... oh, fuck me," he moaned heavily.

Kirkpatrick was going to take his time, however, and continued pushing forward slowly, shuddering again as the feline's hungry ass spasmed around his cock. "Mmmff... fuck, you're tight," the wolf groaned, pushing his heavy paw against Calvin's chest, stopping the cat from moving too much.

The wolf pushed forward slow, agonizingly slow, even for himself, as he entered Calvin's body, enjoying every moment. His cock felt like it was on fire, and he wanted badly to let loose and fuck the daylights out of the thin young male on his bed, but he resisted those urges, wanting to make this last and do it right.

Calvin shuddered and clutched at the wolf with his free paw, trying to move but pinned by Kirkpatrick's paw. He could feel how thick the wolf was, how stretched his rump was getting, and gasped as the wolf continued to push, going deeper and deeper. Calvin's tail slid out and wrapped around Kirkpatrick's thigh as the feline moaned heavily.

Kirkpatrick smiled at those moans, enjoying how badly the cat needed him inside. But he was going to go slow still. It was a relief when he finally hilted and growled as his sheath nestled up against the feline's rump.

Calvin's legs wrapped around Kirkpatrick's waist as he breathed hard, panting with pleasure as he felt the big cock inside him throb.

"Now we fuck," Kirkpatrick growled loudly. Both paws slid down to Calvin's hips and gripped tightly. Blunted claws poked the feline's skin as the wolf held him easily, using his superior strength to slide the cat back, pulling him bodily off his shaft. Almost halfway out, the wolf shuddered and pushed back in, still going fairly slow, but rapidly losing control as instinct began to take over.

"Oh... fuck me... fuck me!" Calvin cried out, gasping and twitching, struggling to move his bound wrist, wanting to clutch himself tightly to the bigger male, feel the wolf move, feel him close.

Kirkpatrick obliged and began working his hips more quickly. Using long, firm strokes, he shoved his hips forward and pulled back easily, gasping as he felt the feline's ass spreading with each thrust. His cock throbbed, and he knew he wasn't going to last long, not with this much lust built up inside him.

Kirkpatrick's fingers tightened around Calvin's hips as he pulled out completely. The cat let out a shriek of pleasure as he felt the cock leave him, then moaned and panted heavily, eyes closed.

"Fucking bitch," Kirkpatrick snarled. He rolled Calvin onto his front and dug his fingers into the cat's plump rump, palms flat against the fuzzy cheeks. He pushed the cat's hips down as his hands drew the furry cheeks apart, exposing him. Shifting forward, he pushed his cock in easily, all the way to the hilt. Calvin struggled against him involuntarily, whining as the big cock entered his body.

The bigger wolf spread his legs over Calvin's, keeping them together, and leaned down, pressing his chest heavily to the cat's backside. Thus positioned, he started to thrust hard and heavy, grunting as he hammered his hips almost straight down, plummeting his cock into Calvin's tight rump. Squeezed together as it was by his legs, Kirkpatrick could feel every inch of his thickness sinking into the male's ass, feel how tight and warm it was.

Growling loudly, the big wolf wrapped both arms around Calvin's chest, pulling him close as he fucked him hard now, with deep, penetrating thrusts that almost left the feline's body on the backstroke. Kirkpatrick growled again loudly, completely immobilizing the feline.

Calvin shuddered and moaned, trying to push back but unable to because of the wolf's weight against his body. He pressed his cheek to the covers and gasped, crying out and moaning loudly, as he felt the wolf's hips hammer him. His ass, already taken once that night, felt so full and hot and, while slightly painful, Calvin enjoyed the roughness, knowing he could expect more of it from the dominating black wolf.

Kirkpatrick tensed up even further, Calvin felt, and pounded against him hard, holding himself inside for a few moments.

"My little slut," Kirkpatrick growled, punctuating the sentence with a powerful, thick thrust that never seemed to end. The wolf kept pushing hunching up his backside as he tried to push deeper and harder into the smaller male.

Calvin let out a yowl of pain and pleasure and came hard, squirting his seed onto the bedcovers. He'd never cum before without touching himself, but the deep, hard fucking sent him over the edge. His body shook and tightened up, clamping down around the wolf's thick erection.

Kirkpatrick, on the very edge already, shuddered as he felt his cock surge, releasing its heavy load into Calvin's ass. Cum squirted out the cat's rump as the wolf kept himself deep inside.

"Feel that, bitch?" Kirkpatrick asked, panting heavily. Calvin shuddered as the hot breath washed over his ears. "That's me, fucking you, cumming in you... you're mine now, all mine... my little pet slut... oh, fuck..."

Kirkpatrick's voice trailed off as he kept cumming, emptying his balls into the feline. The long blowjob combined with the tightness of the feline's ass kept him going, making him pump Calvin full of thick wolf-cum.

Finally, Kirkpatrick groaned and pulled out roughly, spent cock dripping thick seed still. Calvin flopped onto the bed and lay still except the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

Kirkpatrick smiled down at the younger male and growled heavily, watching as cum trickled from the feline's ass, feeling proud and predatorial. He stroked his shaft, grunting as he managed to get a few more drops out, letting them fall over the exhausted boy's fur.

Reaching down, still breathing heavily, Kirkpatrick slapped Calvin's ass roughly, making the cat jump and yowl at the unexpected swat.

"Get up, bitch - you're not done yet," the big wolf growled, staring at the feline.

"Yes, sir," Calvin said, moaning as he sat up.

Kirkpatrick saw the mess the cat made and growled. "Who told you to cum, bitch?" he said angrily. Secretly, he was delighted the abusive fucking drove the cat over the edge, but now was not the time to go soft on his pet.

"No... no one, sir," Calvin said weakly, trying to hide his spent shaft.

"I warned you about cumming without permission," Kirkpatrick said roughly. He grabbed Calvin's head fur and pushed his muzzle down into the wet blankets. "Lick it up, slut... you have to clean up the mess you've made."

Kirkpatrick's cock twitched as he watched the feline obey, licking at the sheets, sucking up the seed there.

"Good boy... maybe next time you'll know better," the wolf said, satisfied. He unhooked the lead from Calvin's wrist cuff and pointed towards a door. "Go get a towel, clean yourself up."

Kirkpatrick laid back down on the bed, grinning as he watched the cat unsteadily walk to the bathroom and enter it, letting his underwear finally fall off to the floor as he did. Damn, that boy was sexy.

His cock grew a little bit harder as the feline emerged with a towel and wiped himself down. Approaching Kirkpatrick timidly, the feline climbed back onto the four-post bed and cleaned off his master's shaft as well, then looked to the wolf for approval.

"Good boy. Drop the towel - we'll get some sleep now."

Kirkpatrick pulled Calvin up close against him, spooning him, letting the feline feel his shaft harden up again. The cat moaned lightly and moved back against it instinctually, paws clutching at the arms wrapped around his body.

Kirkpatrick smiled as he felt the feline slowly drift off to sleep, resisting the urge to fuck him again, despite his near immediate post-cum erection. Time enough for that later - best not to wear him out too quickly.

Closing his eyes and holding the white cat close, Kirkpatrick smiled, feeling the collar press against his chest. "My little pet..."